ARTICLES BY Neil Diamond and Rorr

Aaaaaa. Shpring.

Aaaaaa. Shpring. The time when a young Cree’s fancy turns south to the approaching flock. Hopefully, flocks. There have always been stories, since most people still living now can remember, of the continually dwindling waves of birds come spring. My parents, and probably yours too, remember a time when birds, geese, ... read more ››